Eight years ago, at 57 years old, I found myself “stranded” on an island of isolation, loneliness, and existential angst, despite having all of the outward signs of great success. How did I slowly drift to this island, without even realizing it? The journey started once the hazy bubble of
Seven weeks ago my wife’s father was admitted to a memory care unit in a nursing home. He had started hallucinating 5 months ago and the hallucinations and subsequent disorientation progressed, promting a hospital admission, where the formal diagnosis of dementia (they were not sure which type) was made,